M
Morning Star
Guest
You are shine of silence among wild flame,
Your hands like tender silk
heal my bleeding soul.
Nets of night shadows and innocence of morning sun,
Snow purity and fiery nobleness
are in your eyes, so clear as waters of northern lakes.
I`m looking for peace in your embrace.
I hear quiet lisp of wings behind your back...
Night... Pieces of memories and bright street lights...
Your face... And soft smile... And few words.
Joy by beautiful warmth overflows my soul.
Do you see, my darling?
How happy am I...
If i only could put down all this world to your feet.
You`re like starry sky above us...
Full of beauty and grace of sorrow.
Of Fire and Calmness.
Of Love and Peace.
I fear to touch to you,
to flaming marble of your heart.
You are tender as quiet angel of hopes.
You are beautiful as ancient legends about eternal love.
You... Love against insensibility of death.
Light amidst the cold of darkness...
She used to sleep on spalls
of broken dream,
her spirit was covered with eternal sadness.
In dreams she searched forgotten paths,
walking through cold autumn gardens
of dark memories.
She used to find miserable shelter in
their dead fallen leaves.
Thousands of years only cold winds sang to her,
freezing her tears and cutting her face
with marble pieses of ice.
Hundreths of years only rains
washed upon her wounds.
She never saw the sun,
just bloody glimmer sometimes burnt
on far grey sky above high black trees.
She never heard the words,
just ghosts whispered to her
about hopes and bliss...
But she never understood them, she didn`t know
what hopes like...
That was a first winter morning
after thousands years of grey autumn.
Last leaves turned into dust.
She slept on black ground and snow
covered her with white petals.
She knew, it`s the end. Spring never comes here.
And she closed her eyes.
Suddenly she felt quiet warmth`s touching her body.
Grey light broke into infinity of bright rays.
"What is it?... Death?...
I never knew you`re so beautiful...
I Love you... "
She whispered, never knowing word love.
No... Not Death... "
And she opened her eyes.
Saw someone, standing near and smiling.
He sat next to her.
"I learnt what the sun is... Ghosts didn`t lie. It exists.
It`s his eyes. Full of kindness and tenderness."
He sees her wounds. Takes her slim hand.
Few pure tears run on his face
and fall on her scars.
"He`s beautiful... "
But she hears noiseless laugh of cruel cold
behind her.
"Do you believe him?
Look at yourself. With so broken soul, you`ll never heal your wounds."
She looks at him once more. Fog of doubts and fears
hides his shape.
"Who... Are you?..
He`s here to save me... "
- Stand up and we will go...
- I cant... Can`t even move....
Her whisper becomes and lower.
"Will you take me on your arms?
Are your wings strong enough to carry two?.."
Your hands like tender silk
heal my bleeding soul.
Nets of night shadows and innocence of morning sun,
Snow purity and fiery nobleness
are in your eyes, so clear as waters of northern lakes.
I`m looking for peace in your embrace.
I hear quiet lisp of wings behind your back...
Night... Pieces of memories and bright street lights...
Your face... And soft smile... And few words.
Joy by beautiful warmth overflows my soul.
Do you see, my darling?
How happy am I...
If i only could put down all this world to your feet.
You`re like starry sky above us...
Full of beauty and grace of sorrow.
Of Fire and Calmness.
Of Love and Peace.
I fear to touch to you,
to flaming marble of your heart.
You are tender as quiet angel of hopes.
You are beautiful as ancient legends about eternal love.
You... Love against insensibility of death.
Light amidst the cold of darkness...
She used to sleep on spalls
of broken dream,
her spirit was covered with eternal sadness.
In dreams she searched forgotten paths,
walking through cold autumn gardens
of dark memories.
She used to find miserable shelter in
their dead fallen leaves.
Thousands of years only cold winds sang to her,
freezing her tears and cutting her face
with marble pieses of ice.
Hundreths of years only rains
washed upon her wounds.
She never saw the sun,
just bloody glimmer sometimes burnt
on far grey sky above high black trees.
She never heard the words,
just ghosts whispered to her
about hopes and bliss...
But she never understood them, she didn`t know
what hopes like...
That was a first winter morning
after thousands years of grey autumn.
Last leaves turned into dust.
She slept on black ground and snow
covered her with white petals.
She knew, it`s the end. Spring never comes here.
And she closed her eyes.
Suddenly she felt quiet warmth`s touching her body.
Grey light broke into infinity of bright rays.
"What is it?... Death?...
I never knew you`re so beautiful...
I Love you... "
She whispered, never knowing word love.
No... Not Death... "
And she opened her eyes.
Saw someone, standing near and smiling.
He sat next to her.
"I learnt what the sun is... Ghosts didn`t lie. It exists.
It`s his eyes. Full of kindness and tenderness."
He sees her wounds. Takes her slim hand.
Few pure tears run on his face
and fall on her scars.
"He`s beautiful... "
But she hears noiseless laugh of cruel cold
behind her.
"Do you believe him?
Look at yourself. With so broken soul, you`ll never heal your wounds."
She looks at him once more. Fog of doubts and fears
hides his shape.
"Who... Are you?..
He`s here to save me... "
- Stand up and we will go...
- I cant... Can`t even move....
Her whisper becomes and lower.
"Will you take me on your arms?
Are your wings strong enough to carry two?.."
